Moondance

Do you think about me like I do?
Quietly amidst chaos, smile?
Raise secretly a toast to us like old times?
Jump at the mention of my name?
Tell our stories, play that game?
How those evenings turned into nights,
Carefully wrapping every second tight.
Tight into smiles, into careless laughter,
Into dance, into delightful thunder.
Into rain, into interwined fingers,
Into shadows, mysteries and moon light that lingered.
Light that stood still, refusing to sway,   
I tried blowing it out, it won't go away.